The Sun Black as Sackcloth

I looked when He opened the sixth seal, and behold, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair…

(Revelation 6:12a)


In awe I gazed when the seal was broke,
A tempest unleashed, the earth awoke.
The sun, once golden, veiled in despair,
Cloaked in darkness, like sackcloth’s hair.

Nature’s fury, a tumultuous spree,
Unveiling truths we dare not see.
In the wake of chaos, we must dare,
Seeking light amidst the gloom’s snare.

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